Tuesday, April 12, 2016

This, and all the books of the series,
can be read as a standalone as each features a new couple.

Release
Date: April 12, 2016

Blurb:

It’s no secret that Portland, Oregon, has some of best restaurants, shops, and cafés in the country. But it’s the hard-working men who serve it all up that keep us coming back for more...

One of Portland’s hottest young baristas, Brady is famous for his java-topping flair, turning a regular cup of joe into a work of art. Every Wednesday—aka “Knit Night”—hordes of women and their needles descend on the coffeehouse, and Brady’s feeling the heat. Into the fray walks a tall, dark, and distractingly handsome stranger from New York. His name is Evren, and he’s the sexy nephew of Brady’s sweetest customer, the owner of the yarn shop down the street. He’s also got a killer smile, confident air, and masculine charm that’s tying Brady’s stomach in knots. The smitten barista can’t wait to see him at the next week’s gathering. But when he tries to ask Evren out, his plans unravel faster than an unfinished edge. If Brady hopes to warm up more than Evren’s coffee, he’ll have to find a way to untangle their feelings, get out of the friend zone, and form a close-knit bond that’s bound to last a lifetime…

“Why? Am I turning you on?” My hand wandered
over my fly. Not stroking, just firm pressure. We’d danced past sexy talk, far
out of the friend zone, now meandering into something dark and heady. I pressed
hard against my aching erection as I waited to see how far Ev would let himself
go.

“Perhaps. I told you some things, now you tell me.
What is your favorite thing?”

“Uh. The long, slow grinding ending in oral
that you just described sounds amazing and hits a lot of my buttons. For the
record, I’m totally good with…mess. And I like giving oral. Love getting my
throat fucked. Being pinned down while grinding or getting my throat fucked,
that gets me going.”

Ev was silent a long moment. Perhaps I’d pushed
him too far. “Tell me about this throat fucking. How do you like it?”

Aw yes. I’d
never had phone sex, but I had a feeling we were about to head in that
direction. “Where are you right now?”

“In my bed. With a closed door. Are you going
to ask me what I’m wearing next?”

“Knitted underwear?” I laughed as I headed for
the bathroom—the one room with a lock. My usual jerk-off method was a locked
door and a longer-than-necessary shower.

“Sorry to disappoint. Pajama bottoms. I worry
Hala Mira could need me in the night.”

“Hey, you don’t have to apologize to me. I
share a room with a ten-year-old. I’m going to the bathroom now, though. And
locking the door.”

“You require a locked door to tell me about
giving head?”

“I require a locked door, a quiet house, and
about three hours to show you,” I countered. “Fuck, Ev. I want you to wear me
out.”

“Oh, I could. Do not doubt that, Brady. You
want me to wear your throat out? Use you so much you need me to feed you some
gelato after?”

“Fuck yes,” I whispered. “I’d like it if you
were on the bed or in a chair and I were kneeling in front of you. Or you were standing
in front of me. Me on my knees is the key thing.”

“You ever try with your head over the edge of
the mattress? It happens that this bed is the perfect height for that…”

“Oh yes. Tell me more. I want to jerk off while
you fuck my throat like that.”

“Ah. But I don’t want that. Perhaps we will
need to find other occupation for your hands.”

I could tell from his inhalation that it worked
for him, too. “How flexible are you?”

“Bendier than I look. I had to do yoga
stretching exercises to rehab a skateboarding injury. Turns out I dig it.”

“Nice. Very nice. I like your mouth very, very
much.”

“Like the beard? Because if you want my mouth
more…exposed, I can work with that. Beard is pure Northwest laziness on my
part.”

“The beard is…part of the appeal. Your mouth is
very full and your beard always seems like it’s…teasing. I think I want your
hair down, though, yes?”

“Go for it.” Getting into it, I pulled my hair
free of the ponytail, let it flop against my shoulders. Spit gathered in my
mouth like I really was about to get a go at Ev’s cock. Fuck. Just the thought
had me throbbing. I unzipped to get a little more breathing room. “I want to—”

Knock.
Knock. Knock. “Brady, are you in there? I don’t feel so
good,” Jonas called through the door.

Fuck. I kept my curse to myself. “Just a
minute, buddy,” I called.

“You need to go?” Ev said in my ear. “I
understand.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry.”

“Another time, Brady, another time.”

Even if he just meant the phone-sex version of
the fantasy, part of me thrilled to his words. And I was pulling hard for the
in-person

Meet the author:
Annabeth Albert grew up sneaking romance novels under the bed covers. Now, she devours all subgenres of romance out in the open—no flashlights required! When she’s not adding to her keeper shelf, she’s a multi-published Pacific Northwest romance writer.

Emotionally complex, sexy, and funny stories are her favorites both to read and to write. Annabeth loves finding happy endings for a variety of pairings and is a passionate gay rights supporter. In between searching out dark heroes to redeem, she works a rewarding day job and wrangles two children.

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About Me

Hey and welcome to my M/M blog!
My published name is M.A. Church, but I also wrote as nomoretears00. I'm a true Southern belle who spent many years in the elementary education sector. Now I spend my days lost in fantasy worlds, arguing with hardheaded aliens on far-off planets, herding my numerous shifters, or trying to tempt my country boys away from their fishing poles. It’s a full time job, but hey, someone’s gotta do it! When not writing, I'm exploring the latest M/M novel to hit the market, watching my beloved Steelers, or sitting glued to HGTV. That’s if I'm not on the back porch tending to the demanding wildlife around the pond in the backyard. The ducks are very outspoken. I'm married to my high school sweetheart, and we have two grown children.